My husband is a traitor

Chapter 519

The next day, set off.

The girl hugged and said goodbye to her parents and younger brother, and bent over to the carriage.

"Jiang'er—" Jiang Linlang was embraced by Rong Jue, and she took a step forward, the corners of her eyes were red.

Rong Jiang lifted the curtain of the car, and showed a gentle and obedient smile to his reluctant mother, "Mother, father, and An'er, take care, Jiang'er will be back soon."

When the carriage drove out of sight, Jiang Linlang raised her hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and the person beside her comforted her in a low tone, "What are you worried about, she is not a child anymore."

Their daughter was much stronger than she had imagined, even though she looked weak and harmless.

"How can you not be worried? It's a long way to go. She has been in poor health since she was a child, and she has never left my side since she was born... This journey is long and dangerous... and you still talk about me, if you don't worry, how can you sleep overnight? Inform the hidden guards and summon them to secretly escort?"

Rong Jue shook his head, did not answer, just hugged his wife's shoulder, and looked at the carriage going away.

The place Rong Jiang went to was the North Country.

It is said that it is the place where my mother grew up, and it is also the place where my father used to be all-powerful.

After more than a month's journey, Rong Jiang's pale face and frail body made it to Prince Yu's mansion, where he was carefully received by Princess Yu who had been waiting for a long time—that is, Aunt Lan, whom her mother often mentioned.

"Son, thank you for your hard work." This aunt, who had never met before, was very kind and gentle, taking care of her carefully, her eyes were full of kindness.

Rong Jiang asked calmly, "What's the matter with that one?"

After finishing the words, I saw a bit of helplessness and sadness in the eyes of the gentle woman opposite.

"Your majesty, he hasn't been well these years, and now even your Aunt Youran's medical skills are powerless..."

That's right, Rong Jiang came to Beijing this time for the Northern Emperor Qi Rui who had a deep relationship with her parents.

Yu Wang and his wife sent a letter to their mother, saying that the emperor of the Northern Kingdom was seriously ill. It was the first time that Rong Jiang saw his mother so anxious and guilty. He hurriedly begged Aunt Youran to go back for treatment. .

It's just that Dad doesn't allow it.

Besides, the old friend in the letter also mentioned by name that she should come instead of her mother.

Regardless of whether it was for the safety of her reclusive parents, or to fulfill her mother's wish, or the kindness that her mother said that the old man had sheltered her who was still in her mother's womb, Rong Jiang agreed to go. .

That night, Rong Jiang changed into the fancy dress that Gu Minglan had prepared for her and entered the palace.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

She was led by the superintendent who was very polite to her into the unattended palace, the bedroom of the northern emperor.

In the hall, her Aunt Youran shook her head, her cold eyes filled with pity.

"Jiang'er!" Mu Youran turned around and saw the icy and petite girl walking towards her.

And the man on the dragon bed who had been coughing in a low voice seemed to be struggling to get up.

The chief supervisor hurriedly stepped forward to help him sit up, "Your Majesty, slow down!"

"Child, come here."

The man's voice was a little hoarse due to his illness and coughing, but the gentle and loving voice could hardly make people feel alienated.

Rong Jiang stepped forward quietly and stood by the bed, and he also saw clearly the legendary king who once competed with his father for his mother.

It is indeed qualified to compete for mother.

But, looking at it this way, Daddy is better looking.

Rong Jiang thought in his heart expressionlessly.

The man stretched out his thin hand and patted the edge of the bed lightly, "Sit."

He stared closely at the girl's beautiful face, and the stunning face that ordinary people were amazed at caused his eyes to dim a bit.

"You look more like your father."

Unlike her mother.

Rong Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly, and naturally heard the regret and disappointment.

This is the first time anyone has been disappointed with her looks.

"It's a pity." She also wanted to be more like a mother.

"Heh, I don't even have the same temper." The man withdrew from the supervisor, and Aunt Youran also withdrew.He covered his fists and coughed softly, "It's similar to your father."

The girl accepted the words indifferently, "Well, so my father is very relieved."

"What are you worried about?" The man seemed a little puzzled.

The girl twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, "If I look like my mother, I also have a similar temperament. My father will definitely not be willing to let a sheep go to the tiger's mouth."

The indifferent girl said such a long sentence in one breath, but she couldn't comfort the man on the sick bed at all.

Qi Rui coughed heavily and suddenly felt amused.

After so many years, that person is as narrow-minded as ever.

Does this mean that in Lin Lang's heart, he still has a place for him, no matter what the position is, being able to threaten Rong Jue also makes him feel somewhat comforted.

"Your mother...how is she?"

Rong Jiang lowered his eyes, looking at the complicated patterns on his sleeves, "She's fine."

With dad doting on her, younger brother clinging to her, and Aunt Han taking care of her, and mother always smiling, she must be extremely happy.

As if he could imagine Jiang Linlang's life now, Qi Rui curled up the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and smiled with relief and bitterness, "That's good."

Thinking about it, that person cared so much, how could he wrong her?

"Although I don't like your appearance and personality. But you have her blood on your body, and you have her shadow in your eyebrows and eyes. Looking at you like this...cough, I feel quite kind." Qi Rui's pale face was dyed She smiled a little, "Before you were born, I thought about being your father, and even built the princess' bedroom for you... In a flash, you are so old... Cough cough... ..."

He coughed so badly that there was even a bloody smell in the air, Rong Jiang frowned slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and finally stretched out his hand, patted his back unnaturally, calming down.

She remembered her mother's teaching to be polite and patient to this elder.

"Your name is Jiang'er, right..." Qi Rui looked extremely haggard, but he tried his best to talk to Rong Jiang alone, saying these words that he had never said in his many years in office, "Do you think so?" Listen to the story?"

"I don't want to." Rong Jiang shook his head coldly and refused, and pointed out indifferently, "Your current body, let alone really can't hold it."

Her eyes are very dark, but they don't have Jiang Linlang's clear aura, they are more like Rong Jue's deep and dark eyes that can penetrate people's hearts.

Speaking is also impolite.

Qi Rui froze for a moment, wanted to laugh, but coughed violently again.

He stared at the girl's eyebrows and eyes, and the old dreams appeared, overlapped, and blurred one after another.

In the end, he held the girl's hand tremblingly, "Son, if your mother asks, tell her that I walked away very peacefully, and I still look gentle and handsome..."

The girl's bright black eyes looked at him lingeringly, reflecting his depleted appearance at the moment, seeming to silently satirize his self-deception.

His vision became more and more blurred, but he insisted on repeating the words of self-deception.

"kindness."

In the end, the girl responded coldly.

very nice.

His Lin Lang, in his memory, was at least younger than Rong Jue. What she would always remember was the Xiao Wang Qi Rui who looked back at her and smiled gently at her under the tree, right?

The door behind him opened, and a group of people went in. The chief supervisor wept very mournfully.

Rong Jiang pulled up the brim of his hat, walked out, and bumped into a white-robed youth head-on.

The young man's face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like cold stars, noble and elegant.

"he died."

She vaguely guessed the identity of this person—the eldest son of King Yu, who is also the prince of the Northern Kingdom, Qi Yuan.

Rong Jiang's indifferent three words made the throat of the young man in front of him roll with difficulty, his eyes flickered with grief, he straightened his back, but stepped forward unhurriedly, passed her, and entered the door.

"Thank you."

The boy's voice was sweet, but his tone was choked.

Rong Jiang thought, these people are really strange, she is so indifferent, why are they still grateful to her?
She walked down the steps, listening to the endless cries behind her and the ringing of the death knell in the palace, her face was calm, but after a while, she raised her hand unconsciously and touched the corner of her eyes.

She thought, mother must be very sad.

It was also at this moment that she admired the emperor of the northern kingdom. He refused to let his mother come, probably because he couldn't bear to let his kind mother watch him die.

I hope that in your next life, you will never meet my mother again.

Rong Jiang looked up, and a star fell, she whispered in her heart.

(End of this chapter)